Joyce Carol Oates is not a pleasure to read.
She makes me itch.
She makes me cringe.
She pisses me off.
But I still found it impossible to put down her latest novel, MAN
Reading MAN CRAZY made me realize just how much of a departure last
year's WE WERE THE MULVANEYS was for Oates.Yes, MULVANEYS was an
emotional festival --- running the gamut from full-out sobbing to
out-loud laughing, but it didn't have the same bleakness as many of
her other books do.
MAN CRAZY is a firm step back into that bleak arena. It was like a
slap catapulting me back to the Oates I